exactly the same thing, as doing one's exercise in the field.--

'Join your right-hand to your firelock,' cried the corporal, giving the
word of command, and performing the motion.--

'Poise your firelock,' cried the corporal, doing the duty still both of
adjutant and private man.

'Rest your firelock;'--one motion, an' please your reverence, you see
leads into another.--If his honour will begin but with the first--

The First--cried my uncle Toby, setting his hand upon his side--....

The Second--cried my uncle Toby, waving his tobacco-pipe, as he would
have done his sword at the head of a regiment.--The corporal went
through his manual with exactness; and having honoured his father and
mother, made a low bow, and fell back to the side of the room.

Every thing in this world, said my father, is big with jest, and has wit
in it, and instruction too,--if we can but find it out.

--Here is the scaffold work of Instruction, its true point of folly,
without the Building behind it.

--Here is the glass for pedagogues, preceptors, tutors, governors,
gerund-grinders, and bear-leaders to view themselves in, in their true
dimensions.--

Oh! there is a husk and shell, Yorick, which grows up with learning,
which their unskilfulness knows not how to fling away!

--Sciences May Be Learned by Rote But Wisdom Not.

Yorick thought my father inspired.--I will enter into obligations
this moment, said my father, to lay out all my aunt Dinah's legacy in
charitable uses (of which, by the bye, my father had no high opinion),
if the corporal has any one determinate idea annexed to any one word
he has repeated.--Prithee, Trim, quoth my father, turning round to
him,--What dost thou mean, by 'honouring thy father and mother?'

Allowing them, an' please your honour, three halfpence a day out of my
pay, when they grow old.--And didst thou do that, Trim? said Yorick.--He
did indeed, replied my uncle Toby.--Then, Trim, said Yorick, springing
out of his chair, and taking the corporal by the hand, thou art the best
commentator upon that part of the Decalogue; and I honour thee more for
it, corporal Trim, than if thou hadst had a hand in the Talmud itself.

Chapter 3.XXXIII.

O blessed health! cried my father, making an exclamation, as he turned
over the leaves to the next chapter, thou art before all gold and
treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul,--and openest all its powers
to receive instruction and to relish virtue.--He tha